We Deserve Super Hero Capes

Raising two boys is definitely hectic, but it's made easier when Chris and I team up.

Even with the two of us being superheroes working as a power duo, these two boys still seem to sneak their antics past us. In all fairness, it's not easy thinking like a two year old. So the other morning when Joshua was in the bathroom, I thought to myself 'how much trouble could he get into in there? He'll just play with his bath toys.' Wrong, wrong, wrong! A two year old is much more creative than that, they have such big ideas and a very large outlook on life. So when Joshua was in the bathroom and saw my makeup bag on the counter, he saw it as an opportunity. This kid does not miss a beat. He grabbed my mascara and knew exactly what to do with it. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him applying mascara. He was so proud of himself saying "mama, eye big!" Now let me just say, mascara is not easy to get off of a two year old who does not want his face washed. Needless to say, he went to church looking like he had a black eye. 

And then there was the bathtub incident. How does playing catch with your brother turn into biting your brother?

And then there's Grayson's new found freedom. He recently learned how to drag himself across the floor crawl and his world just got so much bigger. His point of interest just happens to be the dog's dishes. So the other evening, after bath time, when everyone was supposed to be settling down before bed, it shouldn't have surprised us when Grayson managed to knock over the dog food and water, soaking himself and the kitchen. And ever so quick to help, Joshua made a slip and slide out of the mess. 

It's these moments that make me so grateful to be their mama. It's these moments that Chris and I laugh about when our boys are in bed and we get a moment to breathe. It's moments like these that remind me just how lucky I am.

And it's busy days like this that a glass of wine at the end of the night was made for. 

Mother's Day

Oh, Mother's Day, a day for me to just put up my feet and relax, a day to sleep in and enjoy the quiet, a day to forget about the dishes and laundry. Okay, I know I'm not fooling anyone. Mother's Day is about being woken up by an excited toddler and a clapping, giggling baby. It's about enjoying all of the noise because a house without the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps and the grunting from the efforts of a baby new to crawling is far too quiet. It's about watching my children enjoy their waffles and make a mess of the kitchen. It's about spending time as a family. And that's exactly what we did.

On Saturday, we spent the day with my family and had them over for a BBQ. We sat outside together and enjoyed each other's company. And then on Sunday we spent the day with Chris' family. We went to the beach and let the sand warm our feet. Grayson dipped his toes in the lake for the first time, something he was very unsure about made obvious by him lifting up his legs. And then Chris and I spent the rest of the day at home with our boys. It was the perfect weekend. 

I am so blessed to have two amazing boys. It's because of them that I get to be a mommy and it's because of them that I feel a love like no other. These two boys took my breath away the moment I held them in my arms. I am so very grateful to chase after a busy toddler and hear the laughter in his voice. I am so very grateful to watch Grayson explore the world around him and see the fascination in his eyes. I am so very grateful to be Joshua and Grayson's mommy. 

Our house is never quiet, it's busy and hectic and sometimes even chaotic, but it's what makes it our home. 

1, 2, 3, GO!

So much has happened in the last 2 months. It seems that Joshua and Grayson learn something new every day, Chris has finished hockey and has now started baseball, I now prefer regular coffee over flavoured coffee (definitely didn't see Chris EVER converting me, but it's happening), and we're moving!!!

Chris and I have been looking at houses for a while (not gonna lie, I thought it was the cutest thing when he would send me listings to look at that he thought I would be interested in). Beginning of February, he found my dream home...it had everything I wanted (not only did it have one window over the jetted tub in the master ensuite, it had two!!). We weren't in the market to buy a house, but I was so excited to know there were houses that we would be interested in in the area we wanted.

Our decision to actually buy a house came one night during one of Chris' hockey tournaments. I'm not exactly sure how it all came about but we were talking to friends about my dream house and what I wanted and we just decided we should go for it. The next day we talked about it a bit more and made the decision to sell my house and buy a house together for our family.

Fast forward to fixing the banister on the stairs, decluttering, hiding everything (and I mean everything) in closets, and a good deep clean and this house was on the market. No one tells you what a pain it is to pack up two kids for showings. But it was worth it because the house sold in a matter of days!

Chris and I looked at two houses, one of which happened to be my dream home. I was in love the moment I walked in the front door. I was picturing raising our family in that home, which room would be Joshua's and which one would be Grayson's, how we would set up our master bedroom, new furniture for our living room. So the next day when we put in an offer and lost out on the house because of multiple offers, I was so upset. Not only did we lose out on a house we both loved and both wanted, but houses were few and far between in the area we wanted and we only had 90 days to find a home.

From the very beginning we said if it's meant to be, it will be. From the moment I saw the pictures of the house, I knew I wanted it. Chris always said "Kelsey, if it's meant to be, it will still be there when we want to buy." Well it was there, right at our fingertips, and then we lost. And then, about a week and a half later, I received a phone call from our realtor that the offer was falling apart and if we were still interested, we could offer again. After a few frantic phone calls back and forth with Chris (not even sure how he understood me in all of my excitement) and emails back and forth with the realtor, our offer was typed and everything was signed on the dotted line. That day was a whirlwind! Chris and I were watching TV together when we got the call that our offer was accepted and since then, it's been go, go go!

We move in 11 more sleeps and I am so excited to start this new chapter in our lives. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else but Chris by my side.